Hometown Healing

It has been a less than rest full, but much needed week in Colorado. As soon as I got to Denver I headed back up to the Gunnison valley, my home. The cool thing about home is, every time you come back, you get the little piece of yourself that you left behind last time. Due to the rapid approach of Burning Man, I was only able to spend a night apiece in Gunnison and then Crested Butte, and was only able to see a handful of the family I have there, but it was another amazing weekend. I actually got choked up enough to cry, just for a second, as I was leaving town to meet up my old friend Johnny B, on his way out of the valley for the foreseeable future as well. The bummer thing about home is, every time you depart without knowing when you will return, the piece you leave behind gets a little bit bigger. But the ride back to Denver was good. For anyone currently living in, or planning on visiting Boulder, CO, watch out, you are about to have a Texas-sized tornado-o-fun dropped on your town. In fact, he's already there... The last couple of days I have been running around trying to see everyone in Denver and failing miserably. I've gotten most of the core now, but shit there are a lot of them here. For the first time, I almost miss having a cell phone. Tomorrow I am finally going to get to meet up with my dad, which means one of the best meals I've had in the last couple of months, as well as some also much needed paternal love. Then Friday is Yonder at Red Rocks, which I must say is one of my favorite days of the year, for the last bunch of years now. After Xavier Rudd, I will have seen Yonder Mountain String Band share the Red Rocks stage with: String Cheese, Umphrey's Mcgee, Keller Williams (a couple times), Michael Franti and Spearhead, New Monsoon, Willie Nelson, the Allman Brother's Band, Gov't Mule, Rodrigo y Gabriella, Todd Schneider, and John Fishman (ech). I have a lot of people I consider family in the Kinfolk community now, and it is always great when 8,000 of them get together. And then after that, the path to Burning Man, which I'm still a little fuzzy on details for...That should be quite a wild freak-fest, and I promise to record it all with the integrity of a true Gonzo journalist. That's all for now, May the four winds blow you all safely home...